Oct 27, 2013

Sunday Style: Plaid Cadet

And so another week of pregnancy goes by smoothly. I am 24 weeks now and feeling great, a little tired, but overall great. I am so happy to have another little boy to dress up. I always hear people talking about how it’s so hard to find cute boys clothes, but with my go-to store, Zara, I find myself reducing my shopping cart by half because I can’t afford all of the adorable clothes I want for him. The good thing is, my next son will have some handsome hand-me-downs coming his way! Boys are so much fun, and I know Coes will be the best big brother, it melts my heart just imagining the first time he holds the baby and kisses him on his little cheek.

Dressing myself, on the other hand, is getting more and more tricky, especially for church. I got this military inspired dress last year and wanted to hurry and wear it before I get too big, and by the looks of these photos, I think I may have waited too late as it does appear to be a bit snug and shorter than last year! I have gained some weight but, hey, I guess I have a good excuse! Not to mention I have somehow avoided trying a Big Mac my entire life until I recently did. BIG MISTAKE. There is a reason those things are such a big deal. I have had only two since I have been pregnant and lay all the blame on them for my “other than belly” weight gain. That, and I have been completely obsessed with build-your-own-burrito places lately! Moes, Bubba Ritas, and Chipoltle Grill are always calling my name. I could eat a veggie burrito with queso and extra cilantro every day of my pregnant life.

With this outfit, I wanted to mix the military with plaid, two trends that are so popular and fun this Fall. A military or preppy plaid has such a polished scholarly feel, that makes me want to bring out the knee socks and pull my hair up into a tight pony. These autumnal tights are so fun and I love the unique color. I think they brought just the right amount of color to an otherwise dark outfit. Add some red lips and its a look that could be my uniform, (if I were forced to wear one.)